Page 201 of Dark King Daddy

He looked away first.

“Don’t ask me again.”

“I hope I never have to.”

“Good. There. We’ve had feelings. Go and see your wife before I develop a rash.”

I laughed. He stood and picked up his phone.

At the door, he paused.

“You know, you laugh more these days,” he said.

“Do I?”

“It’s unsettling.”

“I’ll try to stop.”

His mouth curved.

“Don’t.”

He left before I could answer.

I checked the time, sent Ksenia a message to say I was on my way, and put on my coat.

Ksenia handed me a hard hat before she kissed me.

“Priorities,” I said.

“I’ve grown attached to your head. Begrudgingly.”

“Just my head?”

She looked me over, taking her time.

“The rest has its uses, I suppose. But they don’t make a hat for the other part I like.” A wicked smile.

I returned it, then put on the hard hat.

Over my crotch.

“Daddy!” she said with a laugh, grabbing the hat and putting it on my head. She adjusted the strap beneath my chin, stepped back, then took out her phone.

“Absolutely not.”

The camera clicked.

“For the project records.”

“If Arkady sees that—”

“He’s already replied.”

She showed me the screen.

Does he come with a little toolbox?